“Do you even remember it?” “I was on the …” “Ladder,” I filled in. She nodded. “And then I was in the hospital. I don’t know where I went in between.” “Well, someone must have taken you to the hospital.” “I mean … I lost myself. In between.” “Oh,” I said, and then I just sat there, because something about that idea—that you could be one person in one moment and then wake up and be completely different—punched me in the gut.
